Beating Dr. Fatty 🥊
A newsletter on fighting the "sick care" shithole and protecting your family from the American hospital system
Editorial note: this newsletter first published November 2023. It was later banned/censored by Aweber and has now been faithfully restored for your reading and educational pleasure. It was also referenced recently in a related real life story newsletter titled “Pounding the Matriarchy”.
What’s up man.
In 2007 at the first 21 Convention we had a speech on high intensity strength training.
While this was the first health and fitness content ever presented at the event, it wasn't until 2010 that I really started taking these issues seriously.
In line with that I started inviting major speakers to the event from this domain of life that had radical and powerful ideas.
Trouble makers like Mark Sisson and Doug McGuff M.D.
Dr. McGuff in particular has been an emergency room physician for over 25 years, and still to this day, gets bitched at by the directors of his hospital for refusing to go with the flow like a dead fish floating down the river.
Little did I know in 2010 that studying the work of these speakers and helping them create powerful content at my own events would someday protect and impact the health of my own family.
To this day I believe the best book that exists for protecting the health of your family in the context of major medical events is The Primal Prescription by Dr. McGuff and Dr. Robert Murphy.
Incidentally this book was published by Mark Sisson's publishing house after watching Doug's speech from The 21 Convention 2012. (The book is essentially an expanded version of the speech).
In both the speech and the book Doug exposes the modern American healthcare system - from an insider's perspective - for the sick joke that it is.
It might be the best in the world, but, even the best smelling dog shit in the world is still dog shit.
In protecting the health and pregnancy of my fiancée - and by extension the health and development of my daughter - I kept this in mind at every step.
That I was usually dealing with mid to low IQ chimps, in a highly bureaucratic system, where "best practices" are in fact the result of lowest common denominator consensus thinking filtered through woke beta cucks who wouldn't know "the science" if they tripped over it.
Stacked on top of that is that all of these health care professionals don't just care about the health of my family, they are regular people working regular jobs.
All I cared about was the best health of my family and protecting them from serious danger. The people you deal with in hospitals and doctor's offices do not.
They care about
legal liability for the facility
personal liability
getting bitched at by bosses
getting fired
their professional and personal reputations
government licensing risks
complex billing/insurance issues
complex professional insurance issues (for their own career, not your health insurance)
the future of their career in general
their continued ability to provide for their family
Somewhere after all this shit comes the health of your family in their office or hospital.
Of course they don't tell you this when you walk in the door - and they would never spell this out in plain English in a million years - but this is the reality of their profession and work environment.
They have to care about this crap or they won't have a job much longer.
Obviously as the patriarch of my family though, I don't care about any of that shit one way or the other when the health of my family is on the line. Their health is #1 and everything else is 2nd or irrelevant to me.
You have to be cut throat about this shit or you're gonna get fucked. Their job is their problem, not my problem.
Now over the past few months I've written a few newsletters about the pre-natal experience and ~51 hour birth experience, but, there are still more tales to tell.
The one I want to review for you today was a "false alarm" midnight visit to the ER when we thought Allyssa's mucus plug popped out early, about 2 weeks before Charlotte's due date in July.
This happened in the morning on a Saturday.
At first Allyssa wanted to go in. Later on this changed to indifference.
I spent some time talking with my older sister that day who has two kids for her opinion. She warned me that if we went in, they would do everything they could to trap us in the ER, and begin the "intervention cascade".
This is the fast track to Retard Land at the hospital.
I knew what she was telling me was true - was consistent with what I had already studied and expected. That they would try everything to keep us there and deliver the baby ASAP, even two weeks before the launch date.
Because this close to a due date it's considered "best practice". They "know best" and will find or make every excuse in the book to keep you there and get their retard train going full steam.
BUT the doctor we liked was encouraging us to go in "just to get checked out". I like this guy a lot and wanted him on our team.
More importantly though, I like playing with fire. And a bunch of dick heads trying to manipulate my family into bad decisions sounded like fun, and more critically, good practice crushing their retarded dreams.
I had zero experience actually navigating an ER at this point much less a larger hospital system. I figured that this would be useful as a "dry run", so against the advice of my sister we got our shit in the car and headed to the 3rd largest hospital in the US around 10pm.
We went to the special OB ER for pregnant women. Very quickly we were surrounded by gigantic fat black women and Hispanic women.
We're talkin 250, even 300+ pound pregnant beluga whales swimming around this ER close to midnight.
I noticed that only one of these screaming pregnant women had their man with them - one of the black women actually so credit to him for being present and supportive.
The other women just had... women with them.
Friends or sisters or something wheeling them around. All of them looked like they could eat Allyssa for dinner, more than double her bodyweight even 9 months pregnant.
(Pictured below at almost 9 months pregnant, right around the time this all happened).
We had to wait about an hour for Allyssa to be seen, not too bad, she wasn't in pain or anything urgent.
During that time we got to hear these women telling the front desk nurses about their myriad of health problems - that were all completely and easily preventable.
High blood pressure
Preeclampsia
Gestational diabetes
All of these conditions and more are a predictable outcome of the BBD (Basic Bitch Diet) otherwise known as the SAD (Standard American Diet).
This is why law 3 of my book The 10 Laws of the Alpha Male is Eat Primal.
Because if you don't you will get fat, sick, and die a miserable death someday - unless you get hit by a bus.
This goes triple for pregnant women. Growing a human being from scratch is an extremely complex biological process. 70% of women or more eat shit diets like this their entire life - obesity rates perfectly illustrate this.
Getting pregnant is like throwing gasoline on a dumpster fire for these women.
You have to eat a primal diet or you will fuck your life up.
I noticed when they called one of the black women in - the one with her boyfriend/husband present - the nurses specifically kept him in the lobby and separated the couple.
He was "allowed" to go see her about 15 minutes later.
I knew right away that this was A) standard practice, B) we wouldn't comply, and C) done for reasons I don't give a fuck about.
Allyssa and I had already agreed before the hospital that we don't separate under any circumstances.
Sure as shit, when they called Allyssa in they tried separating us. To which I said "No, we don't separate."
Nurse got visibly pissed immediately, looked at Allyssa, who said "Ya we don't separate".
This nurse reluctantly shut the fuck up and walked us both in.
Ostensibly the reason for this is to "protect women" from abusive men. They do a "safety check" with women like this basically because feminism has taught them to fundamentally view men and fathers with distrust and hostility.
You are viewed as the enemy at worst and unnecessary at best.
In reality what they are after is complete control and domination over your healthcare decisions. When they can just dictate everything to a highly emotional, hormones raging, stressed out woman 9 months pregnant ready to pop, their job is just easier.
What this means in application is they wanted to whisk Allyssa away from me - her fiancée, patient advocate, and legal healthcare surrogate - so that they could begin practicing medicine on her without me present to observe and intervene.
They could start doing all kinds of shit, in addition to feeding her lies, hysteria, and bullshit. Isolated, alone, and highly emotional, it's no wonder these chicks get run over.
As I've said before patriarchy and masculinity are the ultimate enemy of this retarded health care system. They want you to be a submissive, meek beta male or to fuck off.
Once inside the patient room the nurse started sweet talking us. Telling us how the baby looked "perfect", Allyssa looked "so great", and we would be "outta here in no time".
This threw red flags for me immediately because the language was over the top flattery and vague. What the fuck is "no time" anyway? 20 minutes? 2 hours? Who the fuck knows.
It reminded me of shit head cops pretending to be your buddy.
"You seem like a really good dude man. I'm here to help, just tell me about what happened".
This is how cops lie to and manipulate people to butt fuck them with a badge.
They butter you up, pretend to be your friend, then shove the dildo in, no lube.
Right away then I was skeptical of the shit this nurse was peddling. But true enough everything with the baby's heart rate and Allyssa checked out fine.
The nurse even checked her blood pressure several times which I thought was a little odd.
After about 30 minutes Dr. Fatty strolls in. I call him Dr. Fatty because his name was hard to remember, and he was super fat. Tall but easily 300+ lbs.
Oh and he was super gay. Like the minute he opened his mouth it was obvious he was extremely gay, which ironically, I found reassuring.
He was about to shove a finger up my fiancée's cooter in the middle of the night, so I was like hey, this is actually preferable that he's 100% gay.
No funny business from this dude on that front.
So he checks her cervix, and surprise, it's "completely closed". False alarm, she's not even close to popping the baby out yet, all set to go home right?
Wrong.
Immediately after this giant fat gay dude shoves his fingers up her hoo hah the nurse runs yet another blood pressure check.
Like the third or fourth one in the past hour.
Surprise, it measures 81 on the diastolic metric, and it's supposed to be 79 or lower. Which it was all night, and for the previous 9 months of dicking around in doctors offices.
My immediate thought is: this data is insignificant, meaningless, and inconsistent with all data ever collected in this context, including that very night.
They even have access to most of her medical records because her doctor's office operates in the same network.
Obviously this is (most likely) the result of being stressed out in an ER for her first time, and having a giant fat gay dude shove fingers up her cooter just a minute beforehand.
As I professionally explained to her primary doctor on the phone the next day
"Look bro, if you shove your fingers up my butt at midnight, my blood pressure is also going to temporarily spike a few points."
Right away the nurse and doctor start spazzing out. She could have preeclampsia they said (a serious condition).
They might need to induce her labor that night they said.
And this is when it dawned on me what game they were playing and what well intentioned scum bags they were.
They were on a fishing expedition, hunting for problems that don't exist. They were looking for trouble to facilitate the larger goal of keeping Allyssa there and making her have the baby that night - several weeks early.
Time that my daughter needed to keep growing and developing, until mom and baby decided it was time for her to leave.
This is standard protocol and what they are trained to do. This was exactly what my sister had warned me about.
Up to this point I had played nice guy beta male/fly on the wall, with the exception of allowing them to physically separate us and isolate Allyssa.
This is a useful tactic to get people to operate normally and expose themselves. Play the dumbest, nicest guy in the room.
Now that act was over, and it was time to take action. Time to go home.
Up to this point I allowed them to think they were in control, and that we would obey whatever it is they want to do.
Bait and switch suckers.
I tell the doctor that we will be going home now, that we won't be inducing her labor under any circumstances, and that we'll follow up with her primary care doctor.
My tone is polite, calm, and assertive. Absolute even, much like this newsletter.
Absolute language tends to freak people out delivered cold and calm like this. I do enjoy the mental fireworks that go off in people's heads.
Freaking people out like this is morally justified when they are trying to manipulate you. "Good intentions" do not equal good medicine, and ultimately mean jack shit to me.
Anyone trying to covertly or overtly manipulate my family is an enemy. Period. Zero tolerance for this bullshit.
Dr. Fatty starts prattling off about preeclampsia, how dangerous it is, and how they want to "run a few tests" to be sure.
I know that this is all stupid nonsense. Another excuse to keep us there all night, wear down our decision making abilities, raise Allyssa's anxiety and stress levels, and serve the ultimate goal of throwing Allyssa on the intervention cascade slippery slope in this medical temple of death and doom.
Most importantly I don't trust hospital dip shits to run blood tests at midnight. These are prone to user error.
I was proven right weeks later in that same hospital when they fucked up one of Allyssa's blood tests by leaving the blood out for several house. This made it clot and fucked up some of the data to the point of it being laughable. Duh.
They wanted to redo it (at the final birth/hospital visit) to which I said "No, you had your chance".
Case closed bitch.
Back to Dr. Fatty, I ask "what other risk factors does Allyssa have besides the blood pressure data?"
He had to pause, and his only response was "It's her first pregnancy".
While this is technically true, it was also incidental and non-specific to Allyssa. This dude was getting checked and grasping at straws basically.
Keep in mind they really don't want you to escape this shit show.
They want you there, they want that baby out, and they want your fucking money. [And they don't want your insurance paying out to another hospital].
My response was "Okay, this data is insignificant, we're going to leave and follow up with her doctor".
Dr. Fatty responds: "But she could DIE"
Now I'm fucking pissed.
This is just fear mongering.
Paranoid skitzo doctors with delusions of hysteria.
I realize that he's trying to scare Allyssa - to emotionally manipulate her - with language and tone.
And since most men are fucking beta males run by their fat fucking wives, this would normally be an effective strategy right out of the feminist playbook.
Control the woman. Woman controls the man. Government controls the kids. Case closed. Welcome to hell.
My response to Dr. Fatty was simple and even colder than before.
"Thanks for your help tonight. We're going to discharge AMA and follow up with her doctor. Please get us the papers. Good night."
Discharging AMA = discharging against medical advice.
This is one step shy of the nuclear option in a hospital.
The bitchy nurse is more emotional than the doctor, but at this point they both give up and walk out.
10 minutes goes by. Nothing.
15 minutes goes by. Nothing.
20 minutes goes by.
I say "lets go" to Allyssa. We grab our shit and walk out of the patient room.
Now we're at a fancy desk inside the ER, behind a locked door.
"Hey we're discharging AMA. Do you guys have the papers yet for her to sign?"
"Oh no, they're not ready yet. Sorry."
"Okay cool. You can either get us the papers to sign or we're walking out the front door now."
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